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     Pretty much a lot of my life revolves around parenthood. Every day brings new adventures, challenges, and rewards. My son is one piece of work, and if I was anything like he is now, I was surely a handful. He is here next to me, taking my hand off of the keyboard and placing it on the mouse. I keep telling him I need to use the keyboard right now to type, and that I do not need the mouse for anything just yet. He pretty much makes it very hard to do anything on the computer, an office is needed in this house. However, being locked away from him will be just plain sad, so I guess I have to figure out a way to keep him entertained while I sit on the computer.
     I wonder how some parents can multitask with their children. Difficulties arise when I try to do something with him around, such as him undoing what I had just done. Computer time is always interrupted, playing games is complicated, and now again he moved my hand to the mouse. If only I can understand what he is always trying to say to me, and vice versa. Patience, a thing I have not come close to acquiring enough of, needs to be my best friend.
     Last night my family went out with some friends to Christmas in the park, thank God it was not a very cold night. My son Ender enjoyed the festivities by running around the whole time, not really taking a moments notice at his surroundings. Eventually, we came upon an attraction that had a bubble machine, and he was stuck there, literally, for about ten minutes. You see, we have one of those backpack leases for him, a monkey actually, so he can walk us like a dog walks their owners. Well, there was a picket fence that we looped the leash on, and our little child was stuck there with the bubbles, but he was all smiles and squeals of enjoyment. Bubbles.
     Bubbles will forever be fascinating, for children and adults. They float, shimmer, fluctuate and pop. There are times when I can sit and watch bubbles for a few minutes, but I have seen thousands of bubbles in my lifetime. I cannot imagine what he felt the first time he saw bubbles. Being as young as he is, I am certain he has forgotten about them. Imagine how awesome it would feel to feel what he feels when he observes these things, reality would forever feel foreign. I love this kid, even though he causes me such frustration.